The weather threatened a lot of rain today. I left Brockport in a medium shower and believed that the local weather forecasters got it right. It was going to be a cool wet mess. I wasn't thrilled about getting all that fine grime from the Erie Canal Trail in my dérailleurs. Better to avoid future problems by cutting the ride short I surmised.

I found a ghetto Motel 6 near the Rochester airport and took shelter. My room was clean and sterile, like a cinder block freshman dorm room. It had a residual cigarette and Pine Sol smell. As I listened to an old Russian couple yelling at each other on one side of my room and to the wailing moans of lovers "wrestling" on the other, I considered burning my sixty bucks and jumping back on the bike. Instead, I cleaned up and took a four mile walk to the movie theater to kill time. As fate would have it, the sun creeped out and the afternoon was perfect.

Inspired by my love of cinematic atrocities, I considered watching "Grown Ups 2." I thought it might be unintentionally funny to watch second rate comedians exploit parenthood. I came to my senses and decided I'd have more fun watching the pre-Jew-baiting Mel Gibson in "Mad Max" on my smartphone--the only film that had to be dubbed from English to English for an audience to understand it.

So, I had an overpriced coffee and watched what dystopia looked like through the lens of the 1980's on a very small screen. I thought little of the wasted day and capped it off by paying for a ticket to the theater anyway, which left me depressed. If you can stomach another tale of police abuse, take in "Fruitvale Station."

Sorry to all the cyclists looking for juicy or arcane riding information. The lesson here is to distrust weather forecasts and to suck it up and brave the elements!